I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.
She was afraid of heights but she was much more afraid of never flying.
I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.
LOVE COULD BE LABLED POISON AND WE’D DRINK IT ANYWAYS.
Don't worry— you see, to some you are magic.
We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.